Breathe in thick dust, leave footprints behind where
Crunching steps lead through deep halls and away
From lively green spaces with warmth and air.
Light your way as paths twist, beckon, and sway
While burying signs of youth in aged shreds.
Travelers have passed, their marks still seen here.
Glass underfoot, splintered wood overhead,
Walls peeling, caving with the sadness near,
Looming each day. It's unchanging and cold.
Memories are invisible, but care
To be felt here. Voices haunting and old.
A breeze runs past soft skin and rustles hair.
One shattered pane reveals your face to sun.
It feels this adventure may now be done.

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